She never heard about a cradle
Her and daddy taking turns
behind the steering wheel
Listening to the winging wind
and chewing on the Noga high
Countin' out the billboards,
lookin' for a speed track
I stayed in, I stayed eleven on the highway
Dirt road, heavy load, anyway's my way
heaps of snow, heavy rain
Listen to the DJ rollin' down the road,
oh yeah I was born to roll
So Daddy taught you how to drive
You got yourself as by the time
When you was 21 and my un -pa retired
They traded in that pewter
built ballerina motorhome
I cashed my savings and I put it in a semi
from underwear to dynamite
and the diapers and the Trino
Upstate and I stay 11 on the highway
Dirt road, heavy load, anyway it's my way
heaps of snow, heavy rain
Listen to the DJ rollin' down the road
Oh yeah, I was born to roll
Upstate, interstate, livin' on a highway
Listen to the DJ, rollin' down the road
Oh yeah, I was born to roll
Oh yeah, I was born to roll
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah